As Harry and I looked at the picture I noticed that there was also a family portrait visible in the wallet. It was a lovely portrait. Harry was in the picture with his arm around a pretty woman with fiery red hair and a confident grin spread across her face. Around them were four children. I recognized the blue-haired Teddy standing over Harry's right shoulder, but the other children were unknown to me. To Teddy's left there was a boy who was the spitting image of his father except he did not wear glasses like his father. The third boy in the picture wore glasses but his hair had little bits of red in it rather than his father's inky black locks. The little girl who sat in front of them had her mother's spirited looks, but her father's emerald green eyes. "Your family is beautiful." I complimented gesturing to the photo.

"Thanks." He said proudly, "this is my wife Ginny, our youngest Lily, our eldest James, the middle child Albus, and you of coarse recognize Teddy." He pointed at each one as he spoke.

"You must be extremely proud." I said. He nodded enthusiastically.

Harry spent the next moment or two telling me about some of his kid's achievements. Apparently Teddy graduated from Hogwarts, I had no idea what Hogwarts was but I assumed it was a school of some sort, a year or two back and has been working at his brother in laws joke shop since then; however, apparently Teddy had started up a theatre club at Hogwarts back when he went there and they were now asking him if he would like to come back to Hogwarts as a professor for an official theatre class. James had started going to Hogwarts last year and was going to be starting as a chaser on the Gryffindor Quidditch team this. He told me of his hopes that his son Albus will also join the team once he starts attending Hogwarts this year. Lily had another year to wait before she got to attend Hogwarts, but she was very intelligent and already was studying James old text books. I listened with enjoyment as he doted about his children. It made my heart happy.

Afterwards he started talking about the Ministry of Magic. Wizards and witches around the world have created their own secret governments. Here in Wales and the rest of the United Kingdom, we are under the jurisdiction of The British Ministry of Magic. They enforce laws, protect magical wildlife, disguise magical happenings from the muggle public, punish dark wizards and witches, and track down muggleborns.

"What are muggleborns?" I asked before he moved on from the topic.

"Well, a muggleborns is wizard or witch born to non-magical parents. We have found that many muggleborns have a drop or two of magical ancestry, like one of their great, great, great grandparents was a wizard. However, there are some that come from no magical background at. It just spontaneously happens. We have special witches and wizards that actually go out and scout out muggleborns because you never know where you are going to find them."

"Am I a muggleborn?" I asked, "Neither of my parents are magical."

"Well, sort of. You do have magical blood in you though. From what I have been told your father is a second generation squib."

"Squib?"

"A child born as a muggle though they have magical parents. Your father's biological mother was a squib. The magic skipped over her and your father."

I knew how genetic traits would skip over a generation. Jacob's father's generation was skipped over with the werewolf gene. Granted, the presence of vampires was the catalyst for Jacob's generation of wolves, but genetics worked the same way with humans too. Every so often a recessive gene skipped over a generation or two, but made a reappearance with in later generations.

"And my mother's side?"

"Your mother's background is unknown to us. We were only keeping track of your father."

"Keeping track of my father?" I inquired.

"I don't know all the details, but I can tell you the basics. Elizabeth Diggory, your biological grandmother, ran off to America and ended up marrying a muggle named Edward Masen. They produced a son, your father. In 1918, we found out that The whole family was sick with the Spanish Influenza. Edward Sr. had died before we found out it, but Elizabeth and Edward Jr. was still alive but fading fast. With a lot of debate, it was decided that a team would be sent to retrieve them to be treated in a wizard hospital with our medicine. They would have survived, but we took too long deciding. By the time the team had gotten there they were told that both the mother and her son died."

"Why was there debate?" I asked almost harshly.

"Times were a bit different then. Purebloods had more control over the ministry. Many thought that muggles we a waste of space, the breeding with muggles was the worst, and that muggleborns are an abomination. Your grandmother was already a squib making her already seen as a waste, but then she married a muggle and had a muggle son. They saw her life as void, but the pressure from the pureblood Diggory family eventually won over the Minister of Magic."

"That's absolutely despicable." I was angry now. "They aren't like that now, right? They don't still think that way?"

"I am not going to lie to you. There are still a few that think that way, but they are seen as irrational and terrible people. Most of them are older witches and wizards and very few of the younger generations adopted that point of view. Times are getting better every year. We are improving as a community in that department. The biggest pushes in society were made in the last 19 years. You are actually one of those pushes. Normally if a witch or wizard becomes a vampire their wands are revoked because they are no longer considered wizards. Are going to be the bridge into more rights for magical creatures because are a bit less intimidating than a full vampire. "

"I see. I am that next baby step into equality."

"Yes; however, I am afraid we will have to talk more on this subject another time. I am a bit pressed for time. Where were we?"

"We were talking about the death of Elizabeth and Edward Jr." I supplied.

"Ah, yes. Well, the team got there and was told the mother and son had died the night before. They collectively decided to bring their bodies to their family. Edward Sr.'s body was already burned by that time. They went searching in the morgue and found Elizabeth, but seventeen year old Edward was nowhere to be found. One of the team also happened to be a werewolf and could pick up the faint scent of vampire around. Don't mistake this werewolf with your shifter friend. True werewolves only turn when the moon is full and rather than turning into an actual wolf, they turn into this terrifying half man wolf form. They have no real control over themselves when in this form. My godson is part werewolf, but he only gets a little hairier when the moon is full."

"I know he is not a true werewolf. The stories of how their pack became tell us that in many ways." I said.

"Good. Well, anyway, they brought in a vampire who was a former wizard to do some sleuthing around the area. We found out that Edward had been turned into a vampire and we lost track of him. We found him again about 50 years later when that same vampire came across his scent in his travels and contacted us. We were able to put a tracking charm on him. The charm just informed us about his whereabouts. We never told his family that he was a vampire, so we kept it that way. From there were able to get records of your mother and father's marriage and your birth. We didn't start watching you till you moved here and noticed your accidental magic." He glanced at his watch, "Let me get to the point. You have been invited to study magic at Hogwarts School of witchcraft and Wizardry. There are a few conditions first." He said apologetically.

"Lay them on me." I said instantly. I found myself excited at the idea even though I didn't know much about it.

"The first and most important is that you must keep your half vampire status a secret. We kept your identity a secret from everyone except for a select few. Secondly, you must not bite any of the students. I don't think it is necessary to tell you this seeing as you don't bite anyone, but we don't want any new vampires created."

"Those will be no problem. I am used to keeping the secret. I don't hunt humans as you said and I am also not venomous. I wouldn't be able to turn anyone into a vampire even I wanted to without the help of a full vampire." I said.

"Really?" he asked. I nodded, "Wow! That's brilliant!"

"What are the other conditions?"

"Only one many one left. You parents and friends can't come visit you. You can only visit them on the holidays."

"That one may be hard." I thought about how over protective my parents and Jacob were. I know Jacob would tell me no, but it would not be his choice would it? It's my choice. He can't stop me.

"Do I have your agreement?"

"Yes." I said without any doubt, "I will study at Hogwarts."

"Great. Is there any way I can meet with your parents and discuss details." He asked somewhat nervously.

"Of course. You can come meet them at the house. They are out of town at the moment but they get back tomorrow."

"Alright. Do I need come after dark or something? They aren't going to kill me on sight right?"

"No. They don't burn in the sun, I will prep them for your arrival. How does two days from now sound?" I asked.

"Sounds good. Quick question, do you have a fireplace?" he asked out of nowhere.

"Um, Yes." I said uncertainly.

He laughed and stuck out his hand. I shook it. "It was a pleasure to meet you, Nessie. I will send a letter tomorrow morning."

"It was a pleasure to meet you as well." I replied.

The suddenly he was gone leaving nothing but a few dollars on the table and bitter smelling haze where he had been. The world seemed to turn back to normal. The waitress shuffled over to me and asked if I would like anything to drink. I ordered some hot chocolate and a simple cheese Danish, and sat back to relax as I waited for the inevitable arrival of an angry half-naked boy from the woods.